A place - person I draw my strength from. My Querencia

When someone says, waqt galat tha!

Some people aren’t meant to be & yet they are all we want, so we find a worthy compromise.

An ode to waiting, for the wrong person.

A contranym is a word that contrasts itself. Love, is the the biggest one I know. I owe it my biggest smiles and deepest sorrows.

Love is a dilemma and I try to find my way around it in this poem.

When I saw him for the second time & a cohesive melody of romance began to play incessantly